Net King's Youth Memoirs

Chapter 41: The fiasco of the Ice Emperor

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After that day everything returned to normal. It seemed that the few days when the track department went crazy was just our illusion, but the situation in the tennis department was a bit worrying.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament is still going on, but the atmosphere in the tennis club is unusually relaxed. In these few games, the ice king won easily and beautifully, and most of the players who played were non-regular players. They were really a little forgetful. How can there be a chance to win the next match against Fudo Peak in this state

Although I knew that Bingdi would definitely lose, I still didn't want to see the disappointment of these guys in front of me, and Shido wanted to decide on his invention. Such a failure would be too heavy.

"Sakura, why are you unhappy with this expression?" Chotaro suddenly asked, who was drinking water.

He is so careful, he has noticed my look. I asked worriedly: "Nagataro, don't you think you have been too lax recently?"

"Fortunately, the Bingdi is very strong, you don't have to worry about it." Alas! Even Chotaro said that, they were really not serious.

I decided to have a talk with our great minister. Although I am mildly remarks, after all, I am a member of the Ice Emperor. If I lose too ugly, I am afraid my life will not be better.

"Trace Department, can you talk about it?"

"Oh? You want to talk to my uncle?"

"It's okay if you are a little more serious, I want to talk to you about the game."

"Say it."

"Well, I think everyone has been too lax recently. As a minister, should you urge it?"

"Really?" Tracebe didn't care.

"You are less proud, the match against Fudo Peak is about to come."

He said flatly: "Fudo Peak is no big deal."

Looking at the track department, I was a little anxious: "Did you watch the match between them and Qingxue last time? Although they lost, they were also very strong. Besides, their captain, Tachibana Jieti, has not yet played. I think we still Be serious."

"You don't have to worry about this. The first two games are used as exercises for non-selected players. The third singles will be played by Shido, no problem."

"What if he loses?"

"Bingdi won't lose..."

"You..." It's like playing the piano to the cow, just do it as he pleases, don't cry if you lose. Atobe Keigo, you are arrogant, if you are useless, you will swagger through the market, huh, I am angry...

As a result, after losing two games on the day of the game, Shiro arrogantly accused loudly: "You are too weak, it is shameful!"

Uncle sat on the chair, frowning slightly, obviously not at all satisfied with Bingdi's current results. But let the game go on, because everyone did not value the game from the beginning, and the carelessness of all the players made the self-sustaining supervision seem harmless. Although his uncle is harsh, he believes in his players.

Standing behind his uncle, Atobe said aggressively: "Shido, it's time for you to play, and win the game in one go."

"I know, Trace Department."

I think it is necessary for me to say one more thing. After all, Shio is going to cut his hair. Such long hair is smooth and shiny, which is not a pity. "Shito-senpai, you'd better not take it lightly, the opponent is very strong, he is..."

"Don't be wordy anymore, Sak, I know what to do, you layman just watch it carefully." Shido said to me dissatisfied.

Uncle looked sideways: "Shishi, pay attention to your attitude."

"Yes, I'm sorry, supervision."

I had to shook my head regretfully, don't blame me if I lose!

In the game.

"What are you doing?" Tracebu's voice came out from behind him unexpectedly.

I was taken aback, pretending to be calm, "Huh? No."

Ruobu gave me a weird look. "My uncle is asking why you have been standing behind Chotaro and Kakuji. Can you see the game like this?"

"I'm afraid of being recognized by the people of Fudo Peak." I leaned out and replied in a low voice.

"Don't worry, according to Uncle Ben, no one will pay attention to your ordinary appearance."

"you… "

Just about to refute, suddenly the referee's voice sounded.

"Game2 is better than 0..."

"What is Shitobe doing?" Tracebe returned to his senses and said angrily.

I dissatisfied: "This is the result of your arrogance."

"Game3 is more than 0..."

"Game5 is 0..."

"Game 6 is 0, the game is over, Fudo Peak wins."

When the referee announced the result, everyone, including the spectators off the court, was stunned. No one thought that the ice emperor, who had always won, would lose the game so easily.

Shiro was so upset that he knelt on the ground and beat the ground hard with his hands. He could not accept the fact that he had lost. Compared to the calmness of Fudongfeng, all the faces of Bingdi were disappointed and unwilling, except me. Of course, I am definitely not gloating. I feel uncomfortable seeing them like this, especially the trace department, who is always domineering and domineering at ordinary times, but now I am suddenly silent, which makes me unable to adapt for a while.

Looking at Trace's face, I asked uncertainly: "Are you... all right?"

His voice was a little dull: "I was hit by you this time, we are too young to move the peak."

The evil words that I had thought of were swallowed back, and I gave out all the comfort I could think of: "Don't be like this, the Ice Emperor still has a chance, just treat this as a lesson."

"Yueyin, go back with me." Uncle was very angry. He didn't even look at Shido. When he left, he only said to the trace department: "You minister, do it by yourself."

My uncle and I went out of the arena together, and a voice from the trail department came from behind: "Shido, it's so ugly, you are no longer a regular pick..."

In the following period of time, I rarely saw Chotaro except in class, so there was a rumor that I had a quarrel with Chotaro. In fact, he was going to be a sparring partner for Shishi.

"Moonyin." I was stopped by Reiko and Yongmei as soon as I was doing a straight sprint.

"I have something to say tomorrow. I don't have time now." In this situation, it would be terrible to be late. The tense atmosphere of the tennis club and the low air pressure in the track department make people sweat when they think about it.

Reiko kept up with my accelerated pace and asked, "Isn't it better yet? Haven't we already qualified for fifth place?"

I shrugged, "Who knows, it makes me nervous too. Yongmi, what's wrong with you, you haven't spoken all the time?"

"It's okay, I'm just worried about Shido-senpai, Yueyin, would you please beg the supervisor for mercy?"

It’s very difficult to do. The situation is right there, “Yongmei, it’s useless to worry about it. If he wants to return to the election, he can only rely on his own efforts. Moreover, I don’t have a stand to talk to my uncle. What. Okay, I'm leaving..."

The tennis court was crowded with people. They said there was a match, and I rushed in.

Chotaro watched the match between Shioto and Tsui nervously, and I asked, "How is the situation?"

"It's not bad at the moment."

There was another voice behind him: "He is useless like this."

I turned around and saw the track department. He was not interested in the game at all, which is conceivable.

"Game6 is 0..."

Although it was a wonderful game, it didn't get the corresponding applause. Everyone held their breath and waited for the uncle's judgment.

"Fu, you are no longer a regular election from today." Except in front of me, the uncle can be said to be ruthless.

"Supervisor, please wait..." Shiido took out the scissors and cut off his long hair. "This is my determination. Please, please give me another chance..."

Really facing this kind of scene is another kind of shock, and it makes people unbearable. For tennis, he even gave up his beloved hair. Shioto Ryo, although his skills are not the best, but his stoic character can't be matched by anyone.

"Supervisor, I also ask you, please give Shido-senpai a chance." It is Chotaro.

At this time, I didn't stand up for what to say to my uncle, so I could only look at the trail next to me for help.

"Supervisor..." Fortunately, the young master finally spoke.

"Well, let's not take it as an example."

The storm caused by a game finally ended, and the tense atmosphere disappeared with smoke. Sometimes I feel that I am very uneconomical, and a messenger will have to follow the fear, but according to the current situation, the possibility of changing the status quo is unlikely.

I sometimes even wonder if I have to wait until my identity is exposed to restore my personal sovereignty, but if that is the case, I am afraid there will be another storm.